Humor
Granted
Like any artist, Jonah thought a lot about money. At this time of the year, forms had to be filled out, documents signed and initialed, calls made, emails sent, and even the odd fax shipped to keep his name in play and have his grant money coming in, as usual. In the early part of the new year, the first cheques would arrive, along with letters asking him to stay in touch with whatever agency provided the money. He would also make sure to note how quickly the money arrived and who seemed to be most tardy (they were usually connected to the government). He had work to do as soon as he found time for more than his art.
By Kendall Defoe 3 years ago in Fiction
The Mobility Scooter and the Sea
The Mobility Scooter and the Sea By Ashley Michael Day Merryn Penrose drove her mobility scooter down the steep inclining road to Mullion Cove. A remote Victorian harbour off the rugged Cornish coast. A solid stone structure with a looming harbour wall nestled between two towering jagged cliffs. It was a wild spot. Filled with the sounds of crashing waves and shrieking gulls.
By Ashley Michael Day 3 years ago in Fiction
Thumb Sucker
You might be surprised to find out I used to have pretty good looking arms that reached high and could do all the usual things. It was amazing and I miss those days quite often. Now I've found some perks from the arms I have, so it's not all that terrible anymore. This is the story of how I got such fascinating arms.
By Mitch Nelson3 years ago in Fiction
Time Over and Again, Chapter 3
To start from the first chapter, click here. To read the previous chapter, click here. A few days went by. Or, at least, what felt like a few days. Frankly, it could have been much longer, or even much shorter. Without the sun ever rising or setting, it was hard to tell how much time, if any at all, was passing. Len had been carrying Sasha for quite some time, but he had recently let her start walking on her own again.
By Tanner Linares3 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 3: Better Off Dead
Jarek Blackwell and Einar Greyfellow sit atop a snowy hill, watching the old farmer’s cabin burning in the frozen glade below. Sunlight filters, through the dense trees behind them, flowing down into the clearing. White smoke belches out of the cabin’s open back door. The last songs of the dying drift away eerily into the new day. Listening intently, Jarek knows with iron certainty that none of the screams he hears belong to his father.
By Dylan Crice3 years ago in Fiction
The Runaway Train Going Nowhere
Chapter One I go on a girl's night out with my Friends Gina, Carissa, and Jadicka a Homosexual man a better way of putting it should I say, we were in his pink Catlelike with the rag top down, all dressed to impress I guess, on the road we were talking it's a Friday night and was just a cruising laid back chilling listen to our Jam, and talking.
By Vicky 'A' Blevins Reavis3 years ago in Fiction
The Aliens That Laugh at Us
How often do you think your workplace or living situation would make for a good comedy or drama? Well let me tell you about the Reticula Alliance. The Reticula Alliance is an alliance of billions of star systems throughout the universe. Some are billions of years more advance than Earth while others are only a few hundred. They share culture, history, language, science, entertainment and much more between each other. They do find human entertainment interesting but their studies of the billions upon billions of worlds they have studied have shown no planet that has not united as a whole after a century pass their industrial revolution ever colonizing outside their star system and very few make if a thousand years after the Industrial Revolution or at least they knock themselves back centuries through climate change, social upheaval and war. They give humans a 0.00012% chance of ever making it out of their system.
By Ferrari King3 years ago in Fiction
